LOGINVivienneWaking up felt like crawling out of a grave with broken bones and unfinished business. My body was heavy, not the normal kind of tired but the deep, ugly exhaustion that came after too much blood loss and too many hits taken without a wolf to patch the damage. Every breath dragged through my chest like rusted blades and my stomach burned where the dagger had gone in, a dull, throbbing reminder that I had come dangerously close to dying like a stray in the woods.The ceiling above me was unfamiliar at first. Pale stone, carved beams, soft light from a lamp that had been dimmed on purpose. My mind took a few seconds to catch up with my eyes, memories flickering in broken flashes ... Liana’s sneer, the masked wolves, the kick that had sent me flying, the smell of earth and blood and my own stubborn refusal to stop talking even when my lungs were screaming.Then voices.Soft ones and very familiar.“You’re awake,” Mara said gently.I turned my head and saw both twins sitting c
Dante“Kill that woman already. Why keep her alive?”Asher’s voice was not a question. It was a threat dressed in words, low and shaking with a fury he was barely containing as he stalked toward the reinforced prison wing like he meant to rip the doors off with his bare hands. The guards stationed outside stiffened instantly, instinctively lowering their heads because even the air around him felt dangerous right now, heavy with Alpha authority and something darker and very feral.I stepped into his path before he could reach the final corridor.“No.”He stopped, but only physically. His eyes were still burning, wolf pressing hard against the surface like it wanted blood more than breath.“Move, Dante.”“She stays alive.”The silence between us stretched tight and violent.He laughed then, sharp and humorless. “Alive? After what she did to Vivienne? After she stabbed her, beat her like some stray animal and tried to carve her up in the forest? You want to talk about politics now?”“Th
VivienneMy whole body was screaming in pain as I tried to sit up but that kick had done real damage, the kind that didn’t just bruise flesh but shook bone and rattled organs loose inside you. Every breath felt wrong, shallow and sharp like my ribs had turned into knives pointing inward, and for a terrifying moment I genuinely wondered if one of them had cracked deep enough to puncture something important. Healing wasn’t coming. There was no comforting hum of a wolf trying to knit torn tissue together, no surge of warmth under the skin to promise survival. Just cold, raw agony spreading slowly through my limbs while the world tilted slightly sideways like my brain was still trying to understand how fast the situation had spiraled.Fine.If I couldn’t fight, then I would think.The men would have my location by now. They had to. I had sent the footage, the coordinates would be embedded, the timestamp precise. They would come. They always came when things got ugly, even now, even aft
VivienneEscaping my room had taken more effort than I was willing to ever admit out loud. Not because the guards were incompetent, far from it but because they were trained by the very new intelligence network I built. They knew how I thought, how I moved, how I created distractions, so slipping past them felt like playing chess against a version of myself that had already predicted my next five moves. I had to fake sleep first, regulate my heartbeat until even wolf hearing would register me as deeply unconscious, then trigger a timed blackout in the hallway cameras through a backdoor code I’d buried months ago for “emergencies.” While the lights flickered and one of the guards stepped away to check the fuse panel, I slid through the balcony drainage shaft like a criminal breaking out of her own prison, landing silently on the cold grass below with my knees screaming in protest.I didn’t stop to appreciate the irony.My eyes were already glued to the blinking red signal on my watc
Vivienne“Another dead end.”The words came out through clenched teeth as I stared at the screen like it had personally betrayed me. The urge to smash the laptop against the wall was so strong my fingers actually tightened around the edge, knuckles whitening, breath going sharp and hot in my throat.Three days.Three fucking days of digging, tracing, cross-checking, hacking into whatever scraps of access I still had left… and every trail led to nothingb or worse led to another body.I shut the laptop slowly before I did something stupid and stood up from the chair, boots scraping softly against the floor as I moved toward the window. It was dead of the night, the pack grounds below drowned in silver moonlight and long shadows that looked like they were hiding secrets just to spite me.Someone had tried to frame me.Not just frame me but kill me tooBecause that trial wasn’t about justice. It was about an execution dressed up in a ceremony and people had died for it.Witnesses. Guards.
Vivienne“Vivienne Moreau, how can you stand there and plead not guilty,” one of the councilwomen snapped, rising from her carved seat like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment, “when our Alphas themselves handed you authority over security protocols, war intelligence routing, and internal surveillance grids?”Her voice carried sharp and shrill across the hall.Another woman leaned forward, eyes blazing with righteous fury. “You were trusted with access to restricted patrol rotations, elite unit weaknesses, strategic reserve locations, covert messenger routes. Information that only ranking war commanders and intelligence heads should ever see.”“And now,” a third cut in, “those same classified channels have been compromised. Rival packs are predicting our movements. Supply lines are being intercepted. Our spies are disappearing. You expect us to believe this is coincidence?”The accusations started flying like poisoned darts.“You built your reputation in criminal syndic
VIVIENNE pov.I caught their scent before I heard engines, cologne, gun oil, rage, and pack madness. The twins were still clinging to my arms like I was a shield and not the reason they were shaking like leaves. Their fingers bit into my skin, but I didn’t shake them off. Not yet.Truth, I didn’t r
VIVIENNE povThe first thing that hit me was the smell of herbs, bitter, sharp, and layered with something metallic underneath. The kind of scent that meant healing had happened whether I wanted it or not. My eyes snapped open as memory surged back in ugly flashes, cold electricity ripping throug
VIVIENNE POV“Bestie.”The word stabbed straight through my skull like a poorly aimed throwing knife.I groaned, rolled onto my stomach, and dragged the pillow over my head, muttering a string of curses in three languages that would’ve gotten me executed in at least two countries. Sleep was right
VIVIENNE pov.“This is a terrible idea,” Ivy muttered, her voice thin and strained. “You’re going to splatter on the stones like overripe fruit, and I’ll be stuck healing a vegetable.”“Every good idea starts that way, lupa(darling),” I whispered back, balancing on the narrow bathroom window ledge







